As we drift in
the stream of
our days we
come upon an

odd moment
evokes our wit,
smile that wash
the doldrums,

discover merits
in ourselves
that have been
buried in the

dimmer days, like
little gold nuggets
found in sands, they
brighten our soul.

 

© Byung A. Fallgren

moon in the clouds
torchlight of the night
a wise introvert

© Byung A. Fallgren

Gentle burst
shouts from the hill,
for the sin of being
hesitant, over prudent.
Regret is poison yet
images of yesteryears
wink in the clouds,
in the moon.
Gentle explosion frees
bottled up emotion
like ocean waves,
shooting stars,
lets us emerge from
the memory,
expels the dimness,
rekindles our spirit.

©Byung A. Fallgren

your green and my red
like yin and yang
your nurturing
my blossom
make us whole

© Byung A. Fallgren

 

 

Like the sky cracks
by the lightening,
our heart breaks
by the sadness,
enragement,

tantrum of the storm,
beautiful flower
with stench scent,

learning to adapt them
is taming the devil
in our bewildered mind.

© Byung A. Fallgren

 

 

 

 

 

we intertwine,
reciprocate
as the way of our life.
Exploited by
some villains,
framed by
estranged ones
seem unavoidable,
even the stars grimace
at the sordidness of it.
At the end of stormy days,
we blush in shame,
let the jolting moments go,
yield to the wholesome
rules of the nature.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

 

 

with his cool breath
on her face
her wings of passion
unfolds to be gathered
into his infinite embrace

©By Byung A. Fallgren

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the dirt road behind
hidden footprints
of sweaty, bleeding
ghost of yesteryears.
Scars on the knees,
numbed heart,
forgotten at best,
condemned at worst,
should be cherished,
for the twist and turns
of the past road may
lead to a sweet surprise.
Even if there’s no reward,
I still love the road I took,
because it is what made me
a bit wiser and mature,
what I am today–
another wholesome passerby.

©By Byung A. Fallgren

on the wire fence
an innocent vine
crawls by the poison ivy
shouldn’t be mistaken as
the harasser of the ivy’s

It’s both sad and infuriating to watch Ford testifying in the Senate
Judiciary Committee hearing. I believe Kavanaugh is a victim of
Democrat’s political game.

©By Byung A. Fallgren